To not be distinguished by my own shortcomings. I wanted to be recognized and regarded as equal to magicians.


    Those were his thoughts as a young man stood across a hilltop within a distance from a ruined kingdom. With a breeze flowing across the slightly chiseled features and dark-auburn hair, having his eyes of guilt or remorse reflecting upon ruins devoid of all people. A once-rich kingdom, torn asunder and empty of civilians, clouded by a faint mist with varying colors and visible wavelengths.


    Whatever caused this attrition? One would think. Ultimately, this was the work of formulists, people of which also include the man at the hilltop. His name is Liveo, the man who once envied the abilities of magicians, only to find himself amongst a war with formulists. With formulists being the aggressors against this fallen kingdom once known as Alkanshel. A northern country that only stood second as a kingdom of magicians behind Etherius, the magician nation that stood in the West. Opposing both of them was in the Southeast, the formulist nation known as Archeus.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Although he was not a part of the opposing side, he too was a formulist. His name was Liveo, a formulist under the nation of Etherius.